A week past Mori quicker than she thought. Trunks, Goten, or Gohan would visit her almost every day. When they weren't around, Piccolo usually was. He would meditate next to her bed, making sure that nothing goes wrong with her healing. Dende would later tell Gohan about those moments and then the teen would sneak in to see for him self.
The child's wounds healed quickly. Dende was astonished when he noticed that all of her wounds had closed up and healed, even her bones. With an OK from Dende, Piccolo allowed her to finally go outside.
She rocketed out of that room faster than a speeding bullet. Once in the fresh air, she would fly under and over the lookout. A smile could not be misplaced on the child's face. She stopped an inch from Piccolo. She asked, "Can I go over to Trunks?" Piccolo nodded. With that, she flew at top speed over to the boy's house.
When Trunks saw her, he ran up and hugged her. Of course, Goten was present at the house too, and glomped her as well. Vegeta was slightly surprised that Mori was already walking about. He thought about messing with her, but decided against it. She seemed too pumped up to even sit and listen to him. He thought he would do it the next time she came over.
The three spared playfully and played extreme tag. The sun began to set over the horizon, telling Mori that it was time to go back to her mentor.
On her flight back, she was smiling the whole way there. She hadn't smiled that much in her whole life. She was healed, she felt empowered, and she was able to release her energy by playing with her friends.
It wouldn't be for a while for her to fully enjoy life.
She was so distracted in her thoughts that she didn't fell the extremely large power level coming her way. Half way to the lookout, she finally felt the power level, but it was too late. A pink blur came from behind her and rammed its fist into her skull. Her vision went black as she went deeper into her subconscious.
Mist laid low to the ground. The air was frigid as Mori walked through the mist. The sky was black yet the mist was slightly bright, yet she could not find what lit it up. As she walked further ahead, she noticed that a city was forming around her. No, not a city. A ruin of a city was more accurate.
Red walls made of some kind of metal had holes the size of bears to the size of cats. Green tinted glass was scattered around her. When the girl looked up, the sky was red. Two blue moons were bright against the red sky. She looked around slowly before she saw a figure, staring at her. The figure ran when they made eye contact.
The child ran after it. She turned left, then right before she stopped at a fountain. The figure was no longer around. A voice was there though, telling her to go to the fountain. She obeyed.
She looked down at the fountain, yet, it was not her reflection that was looking back at her. It looked like her, but it wasn't her.
The reflection had her face structure, yet everything was different. Its eyes had red rings, yet the whites of her eyes were black. Her mouth showed extremely sharp teeth that were pointed at the tip. Her ears were larger and more pointed than normal. Her hair had red highlights, but the hair itself was purple. The reflection's skin was a pasty grey. A grey you would see on a corpse.
Then, a scene in the water came up. In the scene, all of her friends and allies lay dead in a ruin. Trunks, Goten, Gohan, Piccolo, all of them, lay dead. Above them all, was her, standing with a mad look in her eye. Only, she was much older than she was now.
A wickedly evil laugh erupted from the city, "Meet your fate child! Meet your fate and of your planet's as well. Ha-Ha-Ha!"
The city around her turned to dust in the wind.
Mori shot up from the bed in a cold sweat. She was shaking fiercely. Her breathing was rapid and shaky. She whipped her forehead of the sweat that was dripping from her forehead.
A slight sob was choked in her throat. She shook her head and chanted in her head, Don't cry. Don't cry. She took a few minutes to calm down. She took a deep breath before thinking what she just dreamed of.
The creature said that the image in the dream would be her fate and the Earth's, but she didn't believe it, did she? It was a dream, but she knew it was truer than she wanted it to be. She brought her hands up to her face. She shook her head again, trying to get rid of the image she saw. She couldn't get rid of that voice in her head though. It just wouldn't leave.
A click pierced her ears. She raised her head to see Bulma walking into the room. She gasped and sprinted the short distance to the bed. She knelt down to Mori's eye level. She opened her arms and gave her a death grip hug. The child gasped, "I...can't...breathe...Bulma."
The woman loosened her hold on her, "Oh I'm sorry dear, I just thought you wouldn't wake up. No one did. I was going to check on you IV." Mori looked at her right arm and saw a needle attached to a tube was in her arm.
The child was very confused. She looked into Bulma's eyes, "How long was I asleep?"
Bulma hesitated before saying, "Thirteen months. You were out for thirteen months." Mori in turn gasped. She clenched her hands into fists. Thirteen months? That was over a year! The dream seemed to last only seconds.
Mori said, "Did something happen when I was gone? Who was the one who knocked me out?"
Bulma sighed as she took the needle out of the child's arm, "All will be told in time honey," She smiled, "Besides, don't you want to see Piccolo, Goten, and Trunks? They missed you a lot. Even the big green giant missed you, no matter what he said." Mori slightly smiled as she swung her feet over the side of the bed.
She jumped from the bed but stumbled as her feet touched the floor. Bulma reached out a hand to steady Mori, "Easy honey, you did just wake up from a coma. Your body needs to adjust." The child nodded, using Bulma's arm to reach balance. She let go of her arm and began to walk towards the door. Bulma shook her head and followed the alien.
Mori figured that she was indeed in the Briefs household. She wondered why she wasn't at the Lookout, yet pushed the question out of her head.
Bulma looked down at the young girl and noticed that she was much paler than usual. It wasn't because of the lack of sun, for her skin color looked normal yesterday. The girl was trembling slightly too. The scientist wondered if she dreamt something horrible while in her coma. The poor girl, Bulma thought, that kid just can't catch a break can she? It was sadder to see her now, considering that her form was much skinner than it should be.
Bulma's boys were eating dinner. She would love to see their reaction. The blue haired woman took Mori's hand in reassurance and guided her towards the kitchen. Mori pulled her hand away when entering the kitchen.
Like always, Trunks and Vegeta were shoveling their food into their mouths. Vegeta looked up briefly before swallowing a whole chicken breast. He paused and looked back up. The sight of Mori in front of him made the chicken then caught in his throat, causing him to choke. He pounded his chest as he coughed up the have eaten chicken. It flew out of his mouth and landed on the table.
The prince breathed deeply to bring oxygen back into his blood stream. Trunks looked at his father with a questioning look when he looked over to his mother. He saw Mori by her side and dropped his fork immediately. He threw his chair back as he rushed Mori, knocking her down on her back. He hugged her fiercely.
Mori growled, "Let...go. Can't...breath."
Trunks released her, "Oh, sorry. I thought that..." He hugged her again, only gentler. Mori rolled her eyes but hugged him back. Vegeta rose from his chair and starred down at her.
He smirked down at her, "Boy, let her up. I think she had enough of lying around." Trunks rose to his feet and helped Mori onto hers.
Bulma went to the fridge, "I'll whip you up something to eat darling." Mori shrugged and went to the table. She sat on the other side of the table, the place where there wasn't a slobbery piece of coughed up chicken. The two sayians sat back down at their seats.
Mori had to ask, "OK, what happened when I was gone? I have a feeling that something big happened."
Bulma froze and Vegeta and Trunks looked at each other. Vegeta sighed, "I suppose...that you should know what happened. You would find out one way or another."
A long discussion about Buu was underway. It turned out that that freak was the one who knocked her out. Trunks and Goten form a fusion bond, making Gotanks. Frankly, besides those things, every thing became complicated. Mori merely picked at her food as Vegeta finished what happened when she was in the coma.
Mori stayed the night once more. That morning, Vegeta helped Mori get to the lookout. The child's kai wasn't quite the same yet and needed someone to fly her to the lookout.
She sat on his back when he flew. Mori looked at his face and noticed something different about him. He seemed, calmer. He didn't look as strict as he usually did. Vegeta looked at her from the corner of his eye, "What are you staring at? I know there isn't another head coming out of my shoulders." Mori smiled slightly. He still had his 'humor'.
Vegeta landed at the lookout with grace. Mori jumped from his back and landed in front of him.
Mr. PoPo was kneeling down by a few flowers. The watering can he was using was spilled over. He starred up at Mori with a pleasantly surprised look on his face. Yet, he seemed too shocked to move. Vegeta crossed his arms above his chest, "Don't stand there man. Go get the namek, I know he is here."
Mr. PoPo nodded quickly before he ran into the building that stood on the Lookout. Mori looked over to Vegeta, "I may not be the nicest person on earth, but you really shouldn't scare him like that. He works hard."
Vegeta grinned, "Habits die hard, that's what they say."
Mori shook her head. She normally wouldn't be so talkative to this man, but she was nervous. For some reason, she was really nervous. Vegeta placed a hand on her head, "You don't need to worry brat. You teacher went ballistic when you didn't wake up after a month. You have nothing to worry about kid." The two walked closer to the building, stopping in front of the door.
After a few minutes, Mr. PoPo came out with Dende and Piccolo beside him. Mori raised her gaze to match her mentor's. He was shocked. He was paralyzed. Mori then remembered the vision she had, about him caked in purple blood. But he wasn't dead. He was so very alive.
She ran up to him, jumped as high as she could and hugged his torso. Her feet dangled in the air as she nuzzled her face into his gi. Piccolo sighed deeply before brushing back the girl's hair.
Piccolo thought that everything would get easier and better from here.
Yet Mori knew it wouldn't. She had a feeling that it would only get worse...right when she turned seventeen.
Wrote this in a day...Pretty awesome right?
Wasn't it cute though?...and a bit scary...Anyways, I know who shall be coupled together. No, I won't tell.
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